wandering, aimless, waiting
for the crowds to come out
and greet the night with madness
and every little thing here is glistening
the underground is calling me
and there are patterns in the message
but are they listening
and there’s no sun in electric city
there’s no love in the glimmer of uptown
there’s no sun in electric city
but the lights here they never go down
the city speaks, a heart caught beating
the air alive, with a pulse repeating
indistinct, ill-defined
uncontrolled, unconfined
hollow, desolate, waiting
for the figures in the dark
to fill the streets with laughter
and every little thing here is glistening
the underground is calling me
and there are patterns in the message
but are they listening
I’m still awake whilst the world is asleep I’m still awake whilst the world is
sleeping